Apples
Thursday, Aug 15 2013

There is, in my Not humble opinion, few things more lovely on a cool, August day than ferreting out the first dropped apple and eating it. This may be because we have a wonderful old style McIntosh. It has small little apples, barely bigger than a crabapple, unsprayed, unreachable, and incredibly crisp and sweet. But not too sweet, no toothache. No mealiness either. Of course, given the bugs, and the odd shapes, and the bruises, one can only get a few bites per apple. But, that almost makes them better…

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